Post by HENRY JEKYLL/EDWARD HYDE on Sept 26, 2011 19:55:11 GMT -5
Doctor Henry Jekyll and Mister Edward Hyde
"Twice the man you’ll ever be."
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00I. full name Doctor Henry Jekyll and Mister Edward Hyde
0II. canon or original Canon- The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde
III. years of age 32
0IV. orientation (optional)Heterosexual
00V. social statusHigh and Low Class for Henry and Edward respectively.
0VI. occupation Doctor, Chemist, Criminal
00I. play by David Tennant
0II. body type slender, tall, lanky.
III. height 6’1’’
0IV. eyes color Brown
00V. description “I’ve always been above average in height, I guess you could blame my father for that. He always towered over people too. But, I also got his dexterity so, I mean I guess there are pros and cons. I can’t say I hate my height, but it is a little annoying when they don’t make the hospital scrubs long enough to cover my ankles. They always get cold during the day, so I have to wear longer socks and then I just look strange. I suppose there are worst things in the world.
I’m told I have my mother’s eyes, 20-20 all the way, although sometimes I do sport a pair of glasses. Mostly for reading and looking sharp. I’ve got short of shaggy brown hair that never seems to want to stay in the same place or in any place for that matter. It just does its own thing and I leave it be. Most women think it’s cute so, hell, I ain’t going to argue. I think the strangest thing about me is the random scars that I find on my body. Nothing major of course but, I can never seem to remember where I get them. Maybe they are just left over scar tissue from my younger days but, sometimes they are really tender. Especially, this one on my shoulder…”
Hello there. Please don’t be alarmed, the names Hyde. Edward Hyde. And I’m going to take over this little shindig for a moment. I mean, it’s only fitting that I fill in a few blanks considering Henry over there can’t. Haha. Fool. You see, that little scar on his shoulder is from two months ago. I got us into a knife fight with a druggie in Central Park. You think our scrape is bad then you should see the other guy. Actually, I think Henry did see him. I think he treated him in the ward a few days later. That really freaked the druggie out, I’ll tell you. I laughed.
Me, I guess you could say I am a bit like Henry. Although, different in many capacities. You may not know it but I’m staring through your soul with my dark brown eyes. You think you know me, think you’ve seen my face before, but, you ain’t never seen me quite like this. Gaunt, tight lipped, snarling, I’m the demon inside every man. I’ve got quick hands, nimble and precise with a knife. I’m the dark, hooded figure at the corner of the street. Peering in your windows and knocking at your door. But when the mist rolls in you’ll never find me. Tall, lanky, and lurking I’m always watching. Just don’t mistake me for the other man with smooth brown hair and a mysterious aura. He’ll be far kinder than I.
[/li][li]Nimble fingers for surgery Nimble fingers for stabbing
00I. overall personality I guess I would say I am a pretty intelligent man. I graduated from a prestigious university and am a doctor. I work with children and do high risk surgeries. I love my work; I am compassionate, kind, and gentle. I really don’t like to talk about myself. I feel like it’s bragging and that’s not really my style. So I guess I am humble in a way. I just like to sort of fly under the radar. I was interviewed a few months back for an article in a medical magazine and the reporter was getting frustrated because I literally was unable to talk about myself. I kept referring to other great doctors on my floor and stuff. I am just mild-mannered, I suppose.
Mild-mannered my ass. Hah. What a load of shit! If he only knew what happened when I take the wheel. I’m absolutely psychotic and trust me, I won’t deny it one bit. I am arrogant, egotistical, and spontaneous. Unlike my cohort Doctor Jekyll, I am not easy to get along with. Actually, quite the opposite. I am moody and angry and violent. I am cunning and far more intelligent than Doctor Jekyll. Hell he doesn’t even know I exist; what a douche.
LIKES
- Children Scaring children
- Chemistry Making explosives
- Crackling Fires Setting people on fire
- Women Whores
- Helping peopleHurting people
DISLIKES
- Complications during surgeriesComplications during stabbings
- Cocky Med Students Teenagers
- Crying Children Laughing Children
- Breaking the rules Following the rules
- Crazy People Doctor Henry Jekyll
0II. strengths
[/li][li]Intelligence Cunning
[/li][li]Analytical Manipulative
[/li][li]Compassionate Passionate
[/li][li]Great with children Great with criminals
[/li][li]Patient Spontaneous
III. weaknesses [/li][li] Timid Impatient
[/li][li] Passive Violent
[/li][li]Lucy Doctor Henry Jekyll
[/li][li]Easily Manipulated Easily Angered
[/li][li]Social Cues Keeping a firm control of Henry
[/li][li]InnocenceCynicism
0IV. goals Save lives, fall in love, and contribute positively to society. death, destruction, mayhem, and contribute negatively to society.
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00I. notable family & friends Henry James Jekyll (father - deceased) and Victoria Anne (nee Collins) Jekyll (mother – deceased) Not particularly
0II. overall history
I don’t want you talking to Henry about this, he’ll just sugar coat it. Plus, I could use a chance to stretch my legs and my lips a little. So little Henry Jekyll Junior, yeah junior, kind of kitschy huh? If I ever have a son you can rest assured I am not going to Junior-ize the poor son of a bitch. But, that’s not really the point. You may be wondering, “Eddy, you weren’t around during Henry’s childhood, how do you know so much.” Well, shut the fuck up and I will tell you, you little cunt. Jeez, be a little fucking patient.
Alright so he grew up pretty regular and all, he was a kid and did as kid do. He had friends and stuff and did pretty damn good at school. Hell, I can give the man props; I do share his brain so I’m pretty content that he slammed the books pretty hard during high school and then at the Ivy League Harvard. His dad was a bit of a dick from what I can collect from his memories. Used to drink and smack him around a bit. He was a plumber and Henry’s mother was a maid in some of the upscale homes in New York.
I can’t blame little Henry for wanting to escape. Hell, I would have killed them before I left. But, I wasn’t around quite yet so, I couldn’t help him out. His mother died of cancer while he was away at Harvard and his pops died a few years later of a heart attack. I mean, he smoked like a chimney, drank like he was a fish, and well, fucked women like he was… well, I’m going to stop there.
He graduated top in his class and was immediately accepted to the New York Hospital system. He works with little runts all day long and does some crazy ass surgeries once in a while. I mean, I don’t really pay attention all that much, I sort of just float around until I want to pop up and take a turn running the ship. I try to let him have some semblance of a day life; it makes my late nights a little less conspicuous.
So he had this kid. This stupid little blonde kid. He had cancer or something. And Henry did everything he could to save him. You know, treatments, the newest medicines, he even did this incredibly risky surgery that took like thirty six hours or something ridiculous. The kid went into remission for a few months and then caught the fucking flu at the play ground. Henry was devastated. Little blondie went into a coma and I think he might still be in one.
Here’s where I come in!
Henry went psycho. And that’s saying a lot from me! He spent days at a time locked up in the lab trying to find a cure. I mean he was so determined to save this kid that after a year the hospital threatened to fire him. They took away his test subjects so son of a bitch started testing the serum on himself. Well, what’s fantastic about all this, and yes I do mean fantastic, is that the serum was a complete success. Well, it wasn’t a cure by any stretch but it did create something pretty spectacular.
ME!
So now I’ve holed my self up in Henry’s little noggin, I stretch my legs occasionally, kind of like now, and he’s got no clue! For a genius he’s pretty dull. He lost his obsession with the cure, for now at least, the kid stabilized a bit so he chilled out. But, back to me. I like to take Henry for a stroll to have a little fun. You know, fast cars, loose women, a little gambling, a little theft, a little murder. What ever floats my boat that night.
And right now, my boat wants to dock over there with a lovely young flower named Wanda. I’m sure we’ll run into each other again real soon.
III. sample postStand straight, shoulders back, try not to look nervous when he walks into the room. You’re a doctor, god damn it, you’ve done this surgery a thousand times. His palms were sweaty, his knees weaker than usual, and his stomach felt as if it might plummet straight out of his pants. So what if he was the son of the city’s most famous baseball player? America’s little sweet heart bat boy with a tumor that only you can fix. Oh shit.
The door creaked open and in stepped a small blonde haired boy in a hospital gown. Henry Jekyll’s cool brown eyes softened as he kneeled to greet him. The moment those boy’s little blue eyes stared back at him a wave of confidence came. He could do this, he would do this! A whimsical smile overtook his face as he hoisted the child up onto the gurney while making an airplane noise. A high pitched squeal of joy emerged from the boy as he landed on the padded bench.
“You’re a lot taller than the picture in the magazine.” the little boy mused looking Henry up and down. His blue hospital scrubs barely covered his ankles. His father must have shown him the article that had been done on Henry in last month’s Medscape. Doctor Jekyll smiled reaching for a pair of blue gloves from the box on the shelf. His slender hands slid into the latex smoothly and without that annoying snapping noise.
“You ever worn a pair of these before?” the boy shook his head “no”. He tossed him a pair as he prepped the anesthesia. The boy pulled them on, stretching the blue rubber halfway up his arm. The material engulfed his little hands. “I don’t think they fit right.” he frowned.
Henry looked down at his hands and how tightly the gloves fit over them. “No, that’s how all the doctors wear them these days.” he smiled. “I’m just not that hip.” The blonde boy smirked, shaking his hands up and down letting the material run over his skin. Henry reached for a pair of blue cotton booties and seeing the boy’s befuddled face grabbed two extra. Sitting up on the gurney, Doctor Jekyll showed him how to slide the elastic over his socks while he placed his own over his black shoes.
After several moments of silence the boy looked Henry straight in the eyes, “I’m scared.” Henry paused, biting the inside of his lip casually. He had heard this statement thousands of times before from children and adults. It was the normal human reaction to something out of the ordinary. But, for some reason this boy seemed different, so Doctor Jekyll didn’t use his typical “it’s going to be okay…” speech. Which, granted, was very effective and incredibly to the point yet, mildly funny. He quite enjoyed it. Instead he muttered, “You’re wise. Only fools are unafraid.”
The boy nodded, seeming unsatisfied. Henry swung his long legs back and forth above the ground mimicking the little boys. “Listen, when I get scared I like pretend that I am at my favorite place in the whole world. I picture every detail of the space and by the time I’ve visualized the whole thing, I’m not afraid any more. You want to give it a try?”
He nodded again, this time a bit more cheerfully. Doctor Jekyll had him lie back on the gurney and prompted him, “Where are you thinking of?”
“My tree house.” he glanced back at Jekyll. “My dad built it for me in between seasons last year.”
Prepping the final instrument he’d need for the surgery, Doctor Jekyll put on a friendly face each time he turned to look at the boy. “Tell me about it. What does it look like? Smell like? All that…”
“It’s dark maple wood, like our log cabin in Maine. It’s big and square with thick panels and an arch door.” Doctor Jekyll ran his fingers through his thick hair, no matter what he did it always seemed to stick up in the front a bit. “It smells like pine and baseball cards and fruit rollups. My dad always leaves me a stash of them when he goes on the road with the team.” Henry shook the needle beneath the table, wordlessly touched the small tube in the boy’s arm and pushed the medicine out of the syringe. The boy hardly noticed, his mind else where. “And it smells a bit like Buster our collie. My dad built him a little ramp so he could,” he yawned. “he could come and sit with me. And we… we… we would…” and he was asleep.
Doctor Jekyll placed his mask over his mouth and unlocked the wheels of the gurney. He rolled the young boy out of the room and towards the surgery wing.
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SYR INTEGRA of CAUTION 2.0 created this, modified by Yols with Shakespeare lines.
